Two weeks tomorrow.
I actually can't believe it.
There's still time for something to go wrong 🙄 but otherwise it's looking like I will actually get to start a race after a lot of Stuff over the last few months.
This one is another step into the unknown, just as all the others have been.
I'm fretting about the cliffs in the dark. Finding the right way across the beach in the dark.
About going through the night when I'm already exhausted, rather than starting in it.
About seeing my parents along the way, as this is a first.
Mum has seen Dad through a few long distance cycling adventures but I don't think he has ever been the supporter.
This is the first race where I'll change my shoes at least once if not twice. The longest time I've ever run for (although I've ridden a motorbike for longer).
I desperately want to get to Sligachan, because my pal Ali the chef will be there with vinegary chips and a mug of tea.
I really want to get to the finish, of course, but if I get to Slig I'll be delighted.
18 miles tomorrow round the valley.
More on Sunday.
A few little ones after that.
Then it'll be race day! I'm so excited!
Eep......😳 #skyetrailultra #feelingthefear #ultralife #hope #jfdidarling #dontwaitforyourship #swimoutandmeetthefucker